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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.