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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.