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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.