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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.