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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.