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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.