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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.