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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.