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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.