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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.