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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.