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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.