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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.