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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Main Source,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.