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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.