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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.