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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.