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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.