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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.