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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.