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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.