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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
ABC,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.