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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.