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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.