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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
DNA,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.