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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.