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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.