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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.