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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.