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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.