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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.