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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.