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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Index,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.