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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.