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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.