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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.