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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.