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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.