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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.