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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.