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 France and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Gong,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.