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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.