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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.