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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.