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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.