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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.