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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.