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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.