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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Nico,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.