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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
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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.