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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.