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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.