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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
X-102,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.