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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
UT,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.