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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
The Evens,
a-ha,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Monks,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.