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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.