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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Organ to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.