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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.