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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.