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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.