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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.