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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Houston.
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 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.