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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.