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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.