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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.