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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.