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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.