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 Slovakia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.