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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.