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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.