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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Shoche,
Japan,
Can,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
MDC,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.