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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.