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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.