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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.