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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.