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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.