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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Hoover,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.