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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Zapp,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.