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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.