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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.