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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.