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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
AZ,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.