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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.