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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Niagra,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.