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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.