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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.