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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Interpol 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.