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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.