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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Index,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.