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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.