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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.