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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.