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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.