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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.