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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.