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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.