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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.