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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.