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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
cv313,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.