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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.