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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.