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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.