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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Darondo,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.