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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.