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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.