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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.