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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.