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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.