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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.