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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.