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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
John Cale,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.