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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.