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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Can,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.