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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.