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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.