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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Technova,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.