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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.