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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The Index,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.