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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.