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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.