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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Smog,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.