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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.