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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Chrome,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.