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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Human League,
Index,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.