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 Australia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Fear,
Ten City,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.