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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.