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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.