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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.