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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Technova,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.