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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.