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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.