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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.