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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.