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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.