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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.