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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.