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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
the Association,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.