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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.