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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.