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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.