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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
June Days,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.