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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.