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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.