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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.