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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.