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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.