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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.