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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Television,
The Names,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
CMW,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.