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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.