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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.