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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.