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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 AZ to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.