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 Japan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.