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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.