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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.