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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.