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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.