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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.