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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.