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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.