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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.