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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.