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 Oman and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.