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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.