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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.