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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.