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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.