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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.