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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.