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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.