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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.