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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.