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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.