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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.