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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.