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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.