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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.