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 Germany 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.