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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.