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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
JFA,
Deakin,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.