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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.