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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.