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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.