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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.