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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Excepter to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.