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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.