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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.