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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.