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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.