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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.