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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.