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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.