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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
New Order,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.