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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.