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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.