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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.