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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.