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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.