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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.