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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.