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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.