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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.