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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Moebius,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.