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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.