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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Can,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.