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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.