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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.