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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.