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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Busters,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.