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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.