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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Monks,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.