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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Smog,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.