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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.