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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Index,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.