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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.