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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Doors,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.