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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.