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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.