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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.