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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.