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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.