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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.