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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.