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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.