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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.