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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.