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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
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.