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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.