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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.