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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.