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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.