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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Model 500,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.