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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.