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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.