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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.