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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.