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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.