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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.