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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.