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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.