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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.