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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.