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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.