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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Faust,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.