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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
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Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.