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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.