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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Organ 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Main Source,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.