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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.