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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.