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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.