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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.