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 Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.