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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.