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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.