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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Deakin,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.