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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.