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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Faust,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.