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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.