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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.