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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.