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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.