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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.