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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.