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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.