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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.