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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.