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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.