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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.