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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.