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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.