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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.