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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.