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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Monolake,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.