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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
UT,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.