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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.