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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
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.