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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.