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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.