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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.