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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.