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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.