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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.