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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Japan,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.