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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Move,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.