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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.