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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Television,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.