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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
X-102,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.