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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.