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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Index,
Can,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.