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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.