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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.