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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.