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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.