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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.