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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.