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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
June Days,
Monks,
the Association,
MDC,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.