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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.