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 Greece 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.