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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.