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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.