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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.