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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.