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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.