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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.