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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.