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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.