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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.