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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Index,
PIL,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.