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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.