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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Pole,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.