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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.