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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.