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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.