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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.