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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.