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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.