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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.