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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.