Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.