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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.