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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.