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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Nico,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.