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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
John Cale,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.