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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Television,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.