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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.