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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.