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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.