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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.