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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.