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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.