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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.