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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.