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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.