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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.