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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.