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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.