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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.