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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.