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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.