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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Scion,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.