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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.