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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.