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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.