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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.