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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.