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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.