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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Reagan Youth 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.