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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.