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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.