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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.