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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Cluster,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Qualms,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.