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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.