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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.