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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.