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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.