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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.