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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.