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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
UT,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.