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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.