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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.