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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.