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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Livin' Joy 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.