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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.