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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
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.