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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.