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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Wings,
Japan,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.