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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.