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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Qualms,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.