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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.