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 Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.