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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Can,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.