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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Qualms,
Smog,
JFA,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Clear Light,
UT,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Can,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.