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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.