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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.