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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.