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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.