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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.