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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.