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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.