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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.