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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.