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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.