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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.