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 States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.