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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.