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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.