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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.