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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.