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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.