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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.