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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Nico,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.