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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Index,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.