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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.