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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.