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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.