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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Index,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.