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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.