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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
PIL,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.