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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 UT to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.