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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 The Saints 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Crime,
Skriet,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.