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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.