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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
JFA,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.