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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.