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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.