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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.