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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.