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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.