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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
JFA,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.