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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.