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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.