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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.