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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
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.