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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.