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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.