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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Can,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.