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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.