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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.