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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Slave,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.