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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.