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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.