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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.