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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.