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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.