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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.