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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.