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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.