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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.