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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Index,
Monks,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.