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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.