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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Nas,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.