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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.