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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.