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 Niger and from Paris.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Index,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.