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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.