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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Model 500,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.