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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.