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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.