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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.