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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Organ,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.