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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Index,
MDC,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.