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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.