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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.