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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.