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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.