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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.