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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.