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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.