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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.