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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.