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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Magma,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.