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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.