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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.