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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.