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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.