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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
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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.