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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.