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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.