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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.