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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.