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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.