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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.