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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
CMW,
Organ,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.