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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.