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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.