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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
the Association,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.