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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.