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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.