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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.