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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.