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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.