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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.