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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
X-102,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.