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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.