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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.