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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.