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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.