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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.