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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mojo Men 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
DNA,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.