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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.