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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.