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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.