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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Ituana,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.