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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.