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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.