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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.