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 China and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.