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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.