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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.