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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.