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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Litter 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.