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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.