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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Crime,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.