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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.