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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.