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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.