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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.