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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Organ,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Pole,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.