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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.