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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.