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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.