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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.