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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.