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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Slave,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.