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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.