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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Hashim to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.