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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.