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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.