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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.