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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.