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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Can,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.