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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.