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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.